Succubus Magician Chapter 10

Chapter 10

At night, the moonlight slanted through the window, illuminating a section of the carpet before the wide bed, making it look as if the carpet were covered in a layer of white frost.

Two steps away, on the soft, large bed, Allen lay prone, his skin whiter than the frost, more delicate than the moonlight.

As if bewitched, Lancelot kissed Allen’s skin.

Allen felt an itch on his skin from the prickling of Lancelot’s hair, and several times he tried to turn his head to look at him, but he was held down and could not have his way.

After struggling several times without success, Allen was dragged into dancing with Lancelot once more.

Allen gritted his fine white teeth, his voice filled with annoyance, “Brother! Do you have the bloodline of a giant dragon?!”

Lancelot: “Hmm?”

Allen ground his teeth, “Otherwise, why are you so rough! So hard!”

Lancelot murmured, “Very rough and hard?”

Allen grabbed his hair and pulled him close, glaring at him, “Why don’t you try it?”

Lancelot’s reply was to kiss Allen’s lips.

It was a soothing kiss.

The superb kissing skills Lancelot had honed on Allen finally came into play. Allen was soothed and relaxed his hands.

When everything finally settled down, Allen lay flat on the wide, soft bed, rubbing his lower back and sighing, thinking: Never again will I flirt so recklessly; the young swordsman is truly terrifying.

No, Allen buried his head in the pillow and corrected himself. Even if he were to flirt, he should do it in the morning, not in the afternoon, or even the evening.

After observing for a while longer, he might even be able to write a taming manual for Lancelot.

Allen grumbled inwardly.

He was too exhausted today, and before he could finish his complaints, Allen had already fallen into a deep, sweet dream.

Lancelot cleaned the bathroom and the room, got into bed covered in scratches, first wrapped Allen in the soft silk quilt, then held Allen entirely in his arms, and soon fell asleep as well.

On most days when he didn’t intentionally provoke Lancelot, Allen lived a peaceful and comfortable life.

One evening, he returned from school by carriage, but the carriage did not stop at his usual spot.

He pushed open the carriage window to look out and saw several luxurious carriages parked before the archway, bearing unfamiliar family crests.

The manor servants were constantly busy carrying luggage inside, while a senior male servant directed them.

Seeing Allen’s carriage, the senior male servant came over to greet him, “Good day, Young Master Allen.”

Allen: “Who has arrived?”

Senior male servant: “Lady Arnold and her two children. She is His Lordship’s aunt, the former Miss Motley.”

Allen instantly understood the relationship between this lady and Lancelot, “Was it Countess Charnas who might come for a summer stay, as Brother mentioned earlier?”

The senior male servant replied respectfully, “It is indeed this lady.”

Allen understood, “Brewer is entertaining them?”

Senior male servant: “Yes, His Lordship has not yet returned, so Lord Brewer is hosting for now.”

Since guests had arrived at the manor, it was inconvenient for Allen to stay outside, so he returned to his room.

He still needed to carefully read the magic books he had borrowed, so he wasn’t worried about how to pass the time.

Allen had no intention of meeting the guests. Generally, Lancelot understood his nature and wouldn’t specifically call him down.

However, at dinner that day, a maid came to invite him down to eat.

He walked into the dining room to find everyone already seated.

Lancelot sat in the main seat, and in his usual spot sat a beautiful and noble-looking lady.

Her two children sat at the secondary seats.

Allen approached and bowed, “Lady Arnold.”

Lady Arnold glanced at Allen and smiled, “Is this the child who tested into the Magic Academy? You are sponsoring his schooling?”

Lancelot: “Yes, Allen is very outstanding.”

Lady Arnold observed Allen and smiled, “What a likable child. Sit down.”

Allen bowed again and sat below them.

Brewer brought the servants to serve the meal.

Under the bright candlelight, the food on the table was very rich.

The manor rarely had dinner eaten with such strict adherence to table etiquette. Moreover, because a male servant accidentally almost knocked over Lady Arnold’s pre-dinner wine glass, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Lady Arnold steadied her wine glass and sighed to Lancelot, “See, young Lancelot, it’s no good without a master specifically handling domestic affairs.”

Lancelot nodded, “Brewer will intensify their training.”

Lady Arnold: “Brewer is fine, but he lacks experience compared to old Brewer.”

Lady Arnold soon moved on to other topics at the table, from the manor to the estates, from noble obligations to the current situation.

Lancelot did not seem to dislike the lady’s inquiries and suggestions, and his gaze remained gentle.

Lady Arnold’s two children were lively, occasionally interjecting a few words, chatting about childhood memories and the current state of affairs.

Lady Arnold maintained a sense of distance but was never impolite.

Her two children were also very lively and cute, always interjecting at just the right moment.

Allen quietly ate the food on his plate, his table manners impeccable.

After dinner, he waited for the meal to end, bid farewell to Lady Arnold and her family, and returned to his room.

Lancelot came to check on him before bed and gave him a gentle goodnight kiss.

The next morning, before Allen had even gotten out of bed, he heard laughter coming from outside the window.

Wearing his pajamas, he got out of bed barefoot and stood by the window to look out.

Lady Arnold’s two children, Miss Pass and Mr. Roy, were fishing by the lake in the backyard.

Lancelot was accompanying them fishing and was not practicing swordsmanship as usual.

Both Miss Pass and Mr. Roy were good at fishing, and from time to time, he could hear their cheers when they caught a fish.

Those joyful shouts and laughter drifted over to Allen with the wind.

Allen leaned against the window, looking out. The charming young lady and the handsome gentleman, Miss Pass and Mr. Roy, looked very harmonious standing before Lancelot.

There were also moments when the bait was taken, but the fish didn’t bite.

Miss Pass and Mr. Roy often asked Lancelot for help.

They also called Lancelot “Brother.”

After Lady Arnold and her two children came for their vacation, the entire manor became lively.

Many of Lady Arnold’s friends from before her marriage were in Barcankod, so they gathered together this time.

In the afternoons, the manor hosted many afternoon tea parties, and there were small dinners in the evenings.

Whenever this happened, servants bustled through the manor.

Faint fragrances, bright candlelight, and tempting delicacies made up the wonderful manor.

When there were too many people, the manor even had to hire temporary servants from outside.

During this period, Allen always saw new faces when he returned from school.

It was the same today. When Allen returned from school, the manor had new carpets and new flower arrangements, and the scent in the air was different from usual.

There were also many unfamiliar servants preparing things in various corners of the manor. They moved quickly yet were well-trained, and upon seeing Allen, they would politely bow before hurrying away.

It was clear that the evening banquet was different from the usual ones.

Before Allen could ask, his personal male servant, Molly, informed him that the Earl and Countess Montbatten and almost all the nobility of Barcankod were invited to the banquet tonight.

Lady Arnold sent a servant to invite Allen.

Allen declined, citing poor health.

That evening, Allen was already in bed, but he could still hear the lively sounds coming from the banquet hall.

He heard several coquettish voices calling out, “Brother.”

Only a few days had passed, and the moon had not yet turned into a crescent.

The moonlight shone in through the window again. Since he was alone in the room, even the moonlight seemed a bit colder.

Allen lay on the soft bed, resting his arms on the pillows, looking at the moonlight outside the window.

The sounds outside gradually ceased, and the chirping of insects drowned out the human conversations.

Many candles were extinguished, and the moonlight became clearer.

Allen, who was not yet asleep, got up, put on his snow-white pajamas, and draped a cloak over himself.

Allen gently opened his door, and the duty male servant in the corridor immediately approached, “Young Master Allen.”

Allen waved his hand, signaling the servant not to follow.

He walked along the corridor lined with many candles and soon arrived before the largest suite in the entire manor.

He extended his slender fingers and gently knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” Lancelot’s deep voice came from inside the room. Perhaps due to extensive conversation, his voice was hoarser and sexier than usual.

“Brother, are you asleep?” Allen asked at the door.

Lancelot opened the door, “Allen, why are you here?”

Allen clutched his cloak and lowered his head, “Can I come in to talk?”

Lancelot, not understanding, let him in and reached out to touch his somewhat cool hand to pour him some water.

Allen hugged Lancelot from behind, “Brother.”

Lancelot turned around, stroked Allen’s hair, “What’s wrong?”

Allen: “I need some medicinal herbs.”

Lancelot: “Which ones? I’ll have Brewer prepare them for you tomorrow.”

Allen pressed his cheek against Lancelot’s chest and whispered, “Thank you for your generosity, Brother. I am willing to pay the price.”

This was exactly how Allen had looked when he first came to beg him.

Lancelot endured it for a moment.

Allen’s lips trembled as he pressed against Lancelot’s jaw, continuing, “I’ve thought it over, Brother. You can have me.”

Lancelot could no longer restrain himself. He held Allen and pressed him down, “Did you have drama class today?”

Allen met Lancelot’s eyes that were pressing down on him and burst out laughing.

The act immediately fell apart.

Lancelot touched Allen’s cheek and kissed his lips.

As their lips brushed against each other, Allen whispered softly to Lancelot, “Brother has been very well-behaved lately.”

Lancelot bit him lightly, “When have I ever not been well-behaved?”

Allen laughed again, his chest vibrating, which Lancelot, pressed against him, clearly felt.

Allen: “Who knows?”

Lancelot: “Shouldn’t you be the one who knows best?”

Allen: “Perhaps?”

Soon, Allen, unable to bear it any longer, tried to grab Lancelot’s hand to make him stop, admitting that he had indeed been very well-behaved.

Lancelot certainly did not stop; instead, he doubled the punishment for the little liar who delivered himself to his door.

In the latter half of the night, Allen leaned back against the high silk pillows, squinting wearily, “Brother, I don’t want to go back to my room.”

Lancelot kissed his forehead, “Sleep here.”

Allen looked at Lancelot, “Lady Arnold might find out.”

Lancelot pulled him into his arms, gently patted his back, and said, “This is the Motley family’s manor.”

Allen snuggled against Lancelot’s chest and sighed, “Brother.”

Lancelot looked down at him, “Hmm?”

Allen smiled, “Just calling out to you.”

Lancelot kissed his forehead again, “Go to sleep.”

From that night on, Lancelot’s dress, demeanor, and social etiquette suddenly became very compliant with noble customs.

This meant he maintained more distance in his social interactions with others.

This distance was mainly directed towards Lady Arnold’s family.

Aside from a slight distance, Lancelot remained very good to his aunt and very good to his cousins.

When Lancelot carried Allen into his room that night, this distance completely vanished.

The distance was very intimate, and sometimes it was even negative, Allen thought.

Sometimes, Allen even had to angrily shove Lancelot away in embarrassment.

Summer arrived, and the weather gradually grew hot.

Allen’s clothing remained modest, but the occasional red marks could be seen on his knees, exposed between his shorts and long socks.

Usually, Allen would treat them, but if they were accidentally exposed, he would claim he was bitten by insects.

The insects here were not the same as those in his original world, but they also appeared in the summer and were equally fierce.

As soon as Allen said this, even those who were suspicious would not press further.

One day, Allen took some bread and went to the small library as usual to wait for his lunch companion.

After waiting for a long time, Spurt did not arrive; only Adeline showed up.

“He went to the professor’s office,” Adeline explained.

Allen nodded, took out a book, and prepared to read while eating his bread.

Adeline delayed eating her lunch for a long time.

He gave her a questioning look. Adeline seemed to have made up her mind, pursed her lips, and asked, “Allen, has anything happened to you recently?”

Allen: “Why do you ask?”

Adeline: “We feel like you haven’t been very happy lately.”